On the way to school today, I was cruising along, listening to the kids sing and cough through "Brush Your Teeth" for the 4th time when I had to hit the breaks and swerve around a huge dead wild pig in the road.
Seriously. Where do I live?
I usually tend to look away from gigantic roadkill, but a big huge ass black pig was a little hard to ignore. And ever since I saw him resting peacefully in the middle of that road, I can't seem to get him off my mind.
With this whole parenting of three while alone a fair amount thing, I never fully feel like I get up to speed. I'm riding high for a few days, maybe even a week, with my organized bedtime routine and preplanned meals and thrice-weekly running program and my skinny ass and a nice new babysitter but then
BAM. I run into a big huge gigantic dead pig in the road.
And I have to slam on the breaks and go around him and then I can't stop thinking about the pig and how terrible he looked and how sad and awful and how all his piggy friends will be missing him and woe is me it's all about me and how tired I am and why won't my baby sleep and take a bottle so I can be freeeeeeeeeee for more than 2 hours at a time and my kids won't stop fighting and coughing and everything is a fucking massive argument JUST LET ME WIPE YOUR ASS BEFORE YOU GET SHIT ON THE COUCH.
I suppose there's something to be said about driving on a long boring road. But after awhile, I guess you'd fall asleep and long for a little action - a couple of twists, a rickety bridge, even some roadkill to stare at.
But those smooth drives, where things are good, tears are few, and smiles are plenty, are simply magic. Granted they never seem to last longer than a few minutes, but even so, I try to remember to bask in boring.
Right now, this very day, I'm forcing myself to drive around the damn "pig" and I'm trying to remember that while there will inevitably be another one in the road, that doesn't mean I need to let him completely ruin my day or worry myself about when he'll pop up next.
Because when it comes down to it, he's just a pig after all.
(No offense, Mr. Pig. RIP).